#cant get fucked if I gotta be driving around

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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#we r caught back in the agony spiral yall. bc ive made no progress writing today bc its been a long week and im tired #and i cant focus. but i could probably. im just being a baby abt it #i should just go to sleep. ive gotta go do field work tomorrow and im kinda stressed abt it #or i should do something fun thwt will made me less miserable but i csnt do that. theres no timd #time. so i should sleep. but sleep is a waste of time and really i shoulf b writing #but im tired and my tummy hurt :-( #i hope tomorrow doesnt take long :-(( #no sample collection pls 🙏 #and ive got interview stuff to prep for. like thats a month away but i gotta convince ppl i understand photosynthesis #and its been a fucking minute since biochem :-( #ugh. im trying to make better decisions in this new year. less destructive decisions bc i have to convince ppl ive got my shit together #so ill get hired and also i dont wanna b an annoying bummer to exist around #still no joy for what i do tho. like i was working with a masters student last week and she was like oh yea it was fun #and im like *awkward pained smiled* bc it wasnt as bad as i thought but doing it for 2 weeks would kinda hurt s lot #so well see how much damage it does me #no joy. only tasks to do. things to accomplish. for what? why? who the fuck cares. not me #me. without feeling: it would b interesting to see if X and Y #interesting in a i don't gave a fuck sorta way. bleh. so bitter. burnout u never recover from #at least i feel better thsn i did in December. well see how long it takes to drive me under again. #its just weird to look back at the me of before who was excited abt things. i burned thr insides out of that person #but no tonight we r making better choices. no writing happening so we do something more fun #ugh. i just wanna think abt quantum l3ap. but no. other things to do. sigh... even in my fun time im not allowed too much fun :-( #unrelated

[thatcharmingjerk]

Nooooo the car didn't start with the booster 😭 i have to call a guy but I really wish i didn't have to!!!!!!!!

#my life #i could ask friends who live closeby i guess but also hhhhh #i wish i still had my own car battery charger #it might've actually been motorcycle battery charger but it delivered!!!!!! #idk stuff is difficult?????? i have this weird shame of driving old ass fuck car around here cause people are here like oh no #gotta get a newer model this one is from 2018! and im like wait you have car thats made after 2010?? #but i cant afford a newer car!!!! i can't actually afford even this one!!!!!! #and i definitely couldn't afford repairs for new one!!!!!! cause of course when you're driving a computer with wheels shit gets expensive #to fix too!!!!! #and i haaaate getting shit for this!!!!!! look man wake the fuck up to reality!!!!! its either this piece of steel or nothing!!!!!!!! #anyways äh i really wish i didn't have to call the power guy again

[kingkatsuki]

Old man Bakugou (who isn’t even that old, but god I want him)

Warnings: 18+, retired!Pro-Hero Dynamight, Bakugou is 50, reader is like half his age or more or less idc but Bakugou is older.

Bakugou retires at fifty. It’s much younger than a lot of other heroes that have paved the way for him, and yet he’s accomplished so much that it’s time for him to step aside for the future Pros. The ones that still have so much drive and energy, and are ready to conquer their dreams just like he was.

It gives up a place in the top five rankings for another younger, keen Pro-Hero to take his place. But of course Dynamight is still popular, and he’s still got a loyal fan base that continue to adore him even into his retirement.

Bakugou is still recognised when he goes out to restaurants and coffee shops, full of people trying to grab his autograph or share stories of how they grew up with him and watched him reach number one.

And then there’s you— he meets you one night at a bar when he’s nursing a beer, trying to adjust to having a free schedule instead of protecting the city. And he can’t help but notice the way your eyes glisten when you notice him, leaning against the bar beside his stool as you tilt your head inquisitively.

“No way, you’re Dynamight? My mom used to love you.”

And once again Bakugou is reminded of just how old he is, his blond hair now mixed with wisps of silver, the thick stubble that frames his jaw well on its way to being a beard, his muscular chest now curved with soft pudge and blond hairs and his back aches as he sits on the barstool.

“She had the biggest crush on you when she was younger,” You take a seat beside him as you sip at your own drink, “Had posters and figures up of you and everything.”

Bakugou doesn’t know how it happened— or why a pretty young thing like you wants anything to do with him. He’s gotta be twice your age, maybe more— but the casual conversation continues and you’re practically leaning into him now, pretty eyes glazed over as you stare down at his lips.

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fuck an old man,” You tease, but you should be careful what you wish for, “Can you even still get it up?”

Bakugou reckons he should have you over his knee for that comment alone, but that’s all it takes for him to have his beer bottle slamming down onto the bar as he grabs you by the wrist.

Barely ten minutes later Bakugou has your knees pushed up to your chest inside the dingy dive bar bathroom. Your knickers bunched around them to keep your thighs together as he rams his thick, hard cock inside your tight cunt. The ferocity of his thrusts unlike anything you’ve felt before and you’re certain you can feel him in your lungs. Your naive hole squelches around him, your essence leaking out of you and soaking his heavy balls as the only words that leave your lips now are incoherent babbles. Your hands cling to him for some semblance of reality, painted nails leaving crescent-shaped moons in his forearms. Your grip rough enough to break his skin and join the multiude of scars that already marr his body.

Your head knocks against the mirror with each cant of his hips but you could care less. The pleasure surging through your veins has your mind hazy, his hulking body practically folds you in two as he looms over you, burying his cock inside you to the hilt as you feel so full.

You’re positive you look debauched. Your pretty lipstick ruined as it’s smeared across your lips and cheeks, certain you’re drooling down your chin as he fucks you within an inch of your life. It’s nothing like the inept men around your own age you’d been with before. With age comes experience, and you’re certain you see heaven when a calloused thumb slips between your bodies to press against your puffy clit.

“Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart,” He groans, “This old man’s gonna have you gushin’ all over his cock.”

#Bakugou smut

[charliemwrites]

Woof woof… whimper

(Part 10… but technically a continuation of part 9)

Content: Dub-Con/Non-Con, Knotting

It takes your cock-addled brain a second too long to process what Soap’s just said. What he’s implied. And by then he’s all ready for you to buck against him, confused and angry.

“That’s so — that’s not funny!” You shout.

But he’s got you pinned thoroughly, your chest flat against the mattress and your ass flush against his hips. His cock buried so deep you can feel the hot head of it bullying the deepest parts of you. All your struggling does is make you clench up tight around him, makes him feel that much bigger and meaner inside you. Makes him grunt low and ragged in your ear, all animal appreciation.

“I’m not laughin’,” he replies, nipping at your shoulder.

“G-get off of me, get out, get—”

His hand slides into your hair again, gets a firm hold at the roots and presses your face into the blankets, muffling your protests. Shushes you like soothing a panicked animal.

“Now, now,” he chides, “I still gotta prove I’m not compensating, don’t I?”

You suck in a breath, squeezing your eyes shut. There have to be a million explanations other than the absolutely ludicrous one he’s just presented to you. Cameras, microphones….

How did he know where you live?

How did he know where the spare key was?

How did he know where your bedroom was?

How did he find you at the bar?

Stalker, you tell yourself. He’s a creep, you’ve always known that.

Then where’s your dog?

“N-no,” you warble, bucking again. Nearly scream as his cock twitches inside you; only reason you don’t is because you can barely breathe as it is. He’s so deep inside that he’s practically in your lungs. “No way you’re my — there’s no way. You’re crazy. I’m gonna— ah!”

He draws out as you speak, gradual, and then plunges in again all at once, cutting you off. Grinds his hips in a dirty circle too, burying himself as deep as he can.

“Aww, poor thing,” he coos. “S’alright, baby, I knew this would happen. We jus’ gotta get all those big, scary feelings out first. Then I can explain it all nice and slow.”

You try to scream at him. Try to curse him out, tell him there’s no way in hell you’re listening to a word he says now; never mind letting him spend another second with his dick in you.

All that comes out is a high-pitched keen as he starts fucking you without further preamble. It aches, but you can’t tell in what way. If it hurts, if it’s the best you’ve ever had. Both? Your nerves feel haywire, brain dragged to lust-stupid depths.

“See, there we go,” he rasps, punctuating with a sharp snap of his hips on that last word. “My perfect little mate. Your cunt was made for my cock, made to be bred by me. Isn’t that right?”

You try to shake your head, but his grip keeps you from doing more than sending electricity down your spine, hair pulled taut.

“Yeah it fucking is,” he growls to his own question, canting your hips back further. His fingers grip cruelly into the flesh, sure to leave bruises. You wish you didn’t enjoy the sensation, wish it didn’t make you spasm around him helplessly.

“‘Bout time I owned you right back, don’t you think?” He continues, never stopping or even slowing. You yelp as he tugs your necklace again, arching your back at a steep angle. “Even collared yourself up for me. All it needs is my name.”

Something about that drives some awful, slutty part of your brain fucking wild. The idea of you with a tight leather choker — a collar — with his name (you don’t think about what name) hanging from your throat…

“Like that, don’t you?” He chuckles meanly. “Who’s my good little slut? Who’s my perfect, soaked little breeding whore?”

Tears spring to your eyes as you realize the “I am” is right there on the tip of your over-saturated tongue. If you had air, brain cells, any ability at all, you’d be crying it to the ceiling like the toy he’s treating you as.

He’s going to ruin you, you think. He’s going to fuck you broken. You’re crying and wailing on his cock, think you’d actually throw a tantrum if he pulled out and left you on the edge right now. Would, you realize in horror, beg for him to keep going.

And then he snakes his hand around your hip and starts rubbing your clit — fast, hard little circles. Just the way you like; the way you’d do it yourself. Relentlessly and cruel, even when you try to writhe away from how fast you can feel yourself getting to the edge. Almost frightened by it, how quickly he’s mastered your body’s pleasure.

Frightened by the extra stimulation at your entrance, too. A little extra friction at first — shocking because you’re leaving a puddle on the sheets. But then the friction becomes pressure, becomes… more.

“W-wha….?” You slur, hips wriggling.

Soap (Johnny?) snarls in your ear and that feeling at your entrance grows. Feels, you realize with alarm, like stretching.

“Gonnae take my knot so well,” he rambles, accent thick like syrup, trickling into your empty brain, filling you up with meaningless sounds. “Plug you up full of my cum, breed you right just like you need.”

Any questions or confusion are whisked away by the extra stimulation at your entrance. The sensitive nerves getting just as much brutal attention as your inner walls, your cervix, that sweet spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back.

It all becomes too much all at once and crashes through you, devastating. You clamp down around him tight and needy, lean all your weight back into his thighs. And he practically howls as he sinks into you and stays, grinding and humping without ever actually pulling out again. You feel a flood of heat that seems to go on for an absurdly long time, cock pulsing against your overstimulated walls, milked for every last drop.

You shudder as your brain tries and fails to process it all. Like trying to decipher a foreign language from white noise. It’s nothing but static to you.

You can feel a tongue against your shoulder, scraped of blunt teeth. Soap/Johnny licking the sweat from your skin and nipping bruises into the flesh. You make an annoyed noise that comes out whinier than intended, shoving at his face.

“Get off, you bastard.” Your voice is pathetic, thick with tears and fractured in a hundred places.

“Can’t, bonnie, even if I wanted to.”

You scowl, try to look at him over your shoulder. He takes that opportunity to nuzzle against your temple.

“What?” You ask. “What are you talking about?”

“Did ye hear me?” He chuckles. “Well, maybe not with the way you were screamin’. You’re all knotted up, baby. Can’t pull out — ‘less you want this pretty pussy to tear.”

You jolt, nearly yank yourself off out of pure fear, but Johnny keeps you still again, humming.

“Easy now,” he croons. “Still fussy? Need another to settle down?”

Useless as your brain may be, it recognizes what he means by “another one.” You think you might pass out.

“No,” you snap, petulant even to your own ears. “I want you to explain… explain everything.”

“Alright, hen. C’mere.”

He gently lays you out prone on the bed, then rolls you both on your sides. Hitches your leg up over his hip. You want to protest, but it helps the ache in your poor cunt.

“H-how are you still hard?” You pant, traitorous pussy twitching around him.

He growls in your ear, can feel him grinning against the lobe. “Will stay that way for a bit, lass. Don’ worry, you jus’ have to lay here all nice and still. Keep me warm while I explain things to you.”

And he does. How there are shapeshifters out there in the world, rare as they are. That he comes from a line of them. Recruited to military, as most of them are.

How he was on standard patrol when he smelled you for the first time.

“Like a wet dream, bonnie. Fertile. Spring. Smelled like mine.”

How he instantly knew you were his mate. That he just needed to make you see it. Never a good time to explain it all to you — and then there were interlopers and your silly little books and your pesky toys. How he tried to drop hints around the house, let you come to the correct conclusion on your own. But you never did.

“Honestly it’s a good thing I’m here, hen. You’re so oblivious. Lived with a man and never even knew it.”

That he tried to go about it the other way ‘round, as a man, but you’re just so stubborn. And then how it all led up to tonight. To you finally, finally realizing what you really needed: your mate.

You should be angry, furious. There’s a lot to say about… well, all of it. It’s horrifying and violating and… and…

And he hasn’t stopped bullying your clit since he started talking. Cruel, tight circles. Drawing the hood back with two fingers and stroke with a third, slow and languid and just soft enough to make your head spin. Rhythmless taps. Even pinches when you try to chew him out at one point, half turning to scowl. Instead have his tongue lapping sloppily at yours as your mouth gapes open soundlessly.

Makes you cum twice just like that without ever interrupting his own story, cock still hilted — knotted deep inside you. Honestly, you probably miss a good portion of it, some of the finger details for sure. But you get the broad strokes (among other strokes).

He licks at your overstimulated tears when he’s finished, nuzzling and kissing your cheek.

“I-I miss my dog,” you mumble finally, hands balled against your chest.

“Aww, darlin’,” he sighs, sounding genuinely apologetic. “We’re one and the same. I’m always your boy no matter what form I take.”

It would be more comforting if his dick didn’t throb calling himself your boy.

“‘Sides, I’m better than a normal mutt,” he continues, tugging you against his chest. You want to hate that is instantly makes you feel a little better. “Wolves mate for life, after all.”

#sorry this is a little shorter but uhhhhh i never know where to go after smut #anyway hope yall like it #cod #my writing #fanfiction #reader fic #thoughts™️ #dark fic #woof woof johnny #woof woof au #wolf john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish

[privitivium]

!! I really jealousy fics like goddamned!!! Pathetic head over heels yandere so jealous but can't do anything bcs you're fully in control over him sgmdgdmdv)msb

"pathetic", jealous yandere male x male reader. rambles.

yan who gets quiet when hes jealous n says hes fine when you ask but then when you brush it off he immediately folds hrnn. JELAOUS YANDERE FTW !!-!!'^#!!!!!^#!^$

both amab, cw for. murderous thoughrs... perverted thoughts. Nsfw. Jerkin off. a girl flirts witj you very briefly

head over heels,,,,, yandere,,, acting all cuddly n shit..,,, hnngh. boyfriends. willing reader. who's aware of how freaky and awful his little boyfriend truly is,,, and accepts him !!! truly, head over heels over you. its kinda nice having ur own lil personal stalker who you can come home to, i dunno,,,

and - now, he's holding onto your arm; unbeknownst to you, glaring stoically at the assailant who made you laugh n making them quiver - but ultimately ignoring him and focusing on you... minutes later when you finally take notice of his odd silence,,

"babe... whats wrong??" asking him all innocent n curious and he squirms, fidgeting at your side. staring blankly up at you,,, n he cant do anything about it... cant follow her. Cant. Murder. hes hopeless, holding onto your bicep and nuzzling into your shoulder. he hated when he saw other couples publically display their affection, but now that hes yours and youre his, he feels so free. but still. That disgusting feeling of his heart squeezing and his gut twisting in jealousy,,, poor little man.

now you gotta drive somewhere away from prying eyes n scoot ur chair all the way back n hug him from behind and jerk him off......... a true gentleman making it up to his lover by paying close attention on the way his thighs tremble, his back arches, the way his ass grinds into ur groin while squirming n mewling while he orgasms,,,, yeah

ㅡanother scenario,,, hrnrnn ur hanging out with someone without him, without his knowledge ( horrible mistake on ur part ) and he fucking shows up. of course he would... going somewhere without him, without even telling him? its obvious hes v upset :(

"babe what are you doing here?? haha!!" and you act cordially,,, not surprised, acting nicely.

immediayely introducing him to ur best friend and letting him sit in on the conversation. ur lil yandere bf sitting by your side, your arm wrapped around his waist, and all he can think of is bouncing on ur cock in front of everyone while you have him in a headlock from behind with everyones' mouths gaping and touching themselves watching you in this little comfy restaurant,,, but he has to sit there compliantly by ur side while you do the talking with ur little friend,,, glaring murderously. isnt he being sooo good? that obviously deserves a reward, right????? babe?????????? hes not whispering dirty things in ur ear or even texting you dirty things or even TOCUHING YOU INAPPROPRIATELY. yeah he does deserve a reward doesnt he,,,

#JEALOUS YANDWRE !!!! #x male reader #male reader #top male reader #x top male reader #dom male reader #x dom male reader #yandere x male reader #yandere male x reader #sub male yandere #bottom male yandere #x amab reader

[pzonnie]

a lil party

you had went out with your best friend Sasha since it was her birthday and she wanted the both of you to go out together and have some fun

you both ended up finding this random party hearing lots about it from other family and friends and both plan to go.

problem was.. eren said fuck na. “ren baby pleasee we won’t even be out that long c’mon its her birthday.” you begged your boyfriend, eren just looked at you like you was stupid. “you heard what i said.” and that was it… from him.

now what you look like listening to him??? you hit sasha up and let her know what he said, lucky for you the night of the party, he got drops to make. so you told sasha that you both will go as soonnnnnn as he walk out the door.

the night of the party you make sure you look good, you dig out your closet and find a cute black mini skirt, a red aaliyah graphic tee and some red dunks eren bought for you. oh its over

you and sasha do just as planned and make it to the party around 12 am

you and sasha had a fucking ball, you in the middle of all the circles and sasha catching it, took one too many shots and that where you end up where you at now

drunk out of your mind you and sasha sit at a booth yapping about only god knows what, you freeze when you feel your phone vibrate. youn touch that shit either you just sit there, ready to piss yourself.

you look at your call log and see you accidentally butt dialed eren. “oh fuck sasha.” “you gotta be fucking me” you and sasha hustle like yall playing football bumping into people trying make a touchdown (that fucking door)

you were really in no state to drive but luckily you and erens apartment isnt too far so you could take the backroads and avoid the highway (and the cops) you bid your goodbyes to sasha quickly and apologize for ruining her night (she said it was ok multiple times)

as youre driving home your phone is blowing the fuck up, texts, calls, all from eren. you answer one call “hel-“

“where the fuck you at y/n?” oh he’s pissed… you’re finished. you hear his engine in the background knowing he’s on his way to the party. you cant go out like this. “i-i went out for a second eren.” you sound sloppy as fuck panic fills your gut “where are you y/n” his engine only going faster and his tone getting deeper. you say nothing pulling into the parking lot of the apartment, quickly turning off the car and running inside. “eren-“ he hangs up.

you quickly take off your clothes changing into one of his hoodies and a random pair of underwear. as soon as you plop you hear your front door open and slam shut. you freeze. all that comfort you felt for that split second. gone

eren walks in the room eyes low, hair in a bun, looking dead at you. the wall look so good right about now

“you got 5 seconds to start explaining yourself lil girl.” he start walking towards you taking his jacket off.

“look i was with sasha and i know you told me not to go but eren it was her birthday and she really wanted me to go with her…” he takes his shirt off and stands at the end of your shared bed. “so… sneaking out the answer? that what we doing fr y/n?” he pulls your legs pulling your body down to him. “eren! ‘m sorry.” he kisses you, tongue tustling with yours, you grab the back of his neck guiding him in too of you, deepening the kiss.

he pulls away just a little “if you want me to forgive you, just shut that shit up and do what i say.” he starts sliding his hands through your panties and rub his palm up and down your slit “you wet as shit ma… you missed me while you was having your fun? hm?” his fingers start slowly rubbing your clit. you moan looking in his eyes “eren im sorry, m’… sorry” he slips his middle and index finger inside of you, pace switching up fast, you jump at the pleasure “fuck! s’ too much” you try and push his hand away but he wasnt having that.

“what i say? c’mon ma give it ta me.” you mouth opens slightly letting out the most slutty moans, he scoffs at you, “this loud and i aint even stick my dick in you yet.” you cum at his words, he feels you clenching damn near pushing him out.

“all fours f’me.” he demans tone deep

you turn yourself around for him arching your back just the way he likes it, he rubs on your ass before slapping it leaving a deep red handprint on you skin, you jump leaning away from him. “where you going bring that ass back mama.” he pulls you back by your hips. you hear him unzip his pants and throw them somewhere around yall room. he slids his tip up and down your slit before gliding his dick inside you.

you grip harshly to the sheets as he pounds into you. “ngh! shit baby… slow go slow! i can-t” you reach yours hands back and try and push him off “mhm..” he grabs both of your hands and pins them behind your back with one of his hands. his other hand pulling your hips to meet his. “eren pleaseee.” his strokes slow down but remain deep. he pulls you up by your neck, your head meets his chest. “youn listen this what you need. who pussy this is?”

he feels so fucking good inside you he really do belong in there “yours pa please im sorryyy.. fuck!” you feel your high coming and eren starts moving faster again “ you sayin’ sorry cause you mean it? or you saying it because this dick?” he asks letting your neck go letting your top half fall back onto the bed. you shake your head “mh mh baby im sorry for reall i aint mean ta..ta break your trust daddy forgive-me, mmmm im finna..” your mouth falls open as you cum on your boyfriends dick that white ring forming around his base as he finishes inside you.

your legs fall weak as you lay on the bed worn out. eren gets a warm wash cloth from your bathroom and cleans you off “you know thats all i wanted to hear…” he says laying next to you. you turn around and rub on his chest scooting yourself closer to him. “im really sorry ren… i shoulda really thought ‘bout what i was doin.” he grins a little, he know damn well he cant stay mad at his girl… “can you cook tomorrow, you should make it up f’me a. lil more.” you laugh at him.

“yeah i got you ren.”

yall omfg “take it” got ova 1k likes thank yall sm love u

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-pzz💤

#eren smut #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren aot #aot smut #eren x black reader #eren x black y/n #pzz zone

[aliaology]

YOU ARE IN LOVE

summary: reader slowly starts to realize that her best friend, luke hughes, has been in love with her for forever. she also comes to terms, knowing that she is in love with him too.

pairings: luke hughes x fem! reader

warnings: jealousy, fluff, underage drinking

BASED ON the song “you are in love” by taylor swift!

it started at a party. the dark room, the only light being the flashing ones from another room. you stood in the kitchen, grabbing another drink. luke was your d.d. tonight, but where was he? your eyes scanned the room, landing on him. he leaned against a wall, talking to a friend of both of you, ethan edwards.

luke’s eyes make their way to you. this was the first clue. his eyes held a look. one of yearning, one of adoration, one of lust. you look away, before glancing back. his eyes were back on ethan. no, no, no. do it again. i need to see it again. you thought.

you made the unilateral decision and walked over to the two boys, “what you guys talkin’ about?” you spoke, slightly loud due to the music from the room next door.

“just about how lukey here has you help you button up your coats.” ethan laughed.

you rolled your eyes in embarrassment. “cant keep things to yourself, can you?” you took a sip from your drink, grumbling.

luke laughs, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “you’re my favorite thing to talk about, gotta come up with more stuff.”

ethan let out an inward groan. “literally— all he talks about is you.”

it was a good thing the room was dark as you felt your face heat up.

driving with luke was normally fun, unless he was going so slow. he kept pointing out things as he drove the dark and very much calm roads. you held a warm cup of coffee in your hands, still tired from just waking up.

“i promise me waking you up will be worth it.” he told. you turn to look at him. “i found this area with a really pretty view and wanted to show you, i just didn’t expect to get back so late.” he added.

you chuckle. “its okay, lu, but if you keeping driving this slow, i think i might lose my mind.” you watched as he grinned.

he sped up and it didn’t take long to get there. it was at a park. he grabbed a blanket from his backseat and got out of the car. he rushed to your side and opened the door for you.

you smiled at him as he closed the door and then threw an arm around you. he walked you to the middle of the field, letting go of you to place the blanket down. he stood back up, shoulder brushing with yours. he looked over to you, the chain dangling on your neck caught his eye.

the moonlight reflected on it. it was the chain he got you. one that had a small pendent in the middle that had ‘you deserve to be loved’ engraved on the back.

he tore his eyes away from the necklace and looked at you instead who had been looking around at the trees. “look up” he said.

you looked at him and then at the sky, lips parting in disbelief as your eyes made contact with the millions of stars shining brightly. your apartment made it hard to see this stuff, with the lights all around and the light pollution, it was hard.

as you gazed at the stars in wonder, luke gazed at you with love. a small smile adorned his face as his eyes scanned yours. his eyes watched as the stars were shining bright, reflecting in your eyes. he trailed his gaze down to your nose, then your cheeks, and then your lips.

he wanted to kiss you. but he didn’t. he wished he did.

sunday mornings in the small hughes apartment was chaotic. living three doors down meant you practically lived with luke and one of his brothers, jack. you sat on the island, hiding your face in your hands as you laughed.

jack was currently scolding luke, who had somehow burnt the toast he was supposed to make. “how the hell do you burn toast, this fucking bad?” jack exclaimed.

you put your head in the shirt you wore, which was lukes. you used the fabric and your hand to muffle the giggles that were falling from your lips.

“im sorry! jesus ill remake it!” luke spoke.

“no!” jack said. “ill do it” he groaned.

the older boy then turned, looking at the girl who sat on the counter. “how the hell did you not smell this shit? either of you? and why didn’t you help?”

“shes just sitting pretty in my shirt.” luke scoffed, not listening to his brother and grabbing more bread out.

“shut up” you groaned, rubbing your eyes. “im sick— i cant smell anything.”

jack let out a small comical shriek. “get out! why are you here if you’re sick, we have hockey, dont get us sick.” he exclaimed. you rolled your eyes at jack’s behavior.

you hopped off the counter, making your way slowly to him. “come here jacky… its just a small cold” you cough to add a dramatic effect and soon, hes running. you laugh as you chase after him.

jack runs past luke, you go to do the same, but luke sticks his arm out and lifts you up. your laughter floods the apartment as luke presses your body against his, trapping you.

unfortunately, you missed the way he looked at you. missed the way jack looked at you both. and missed the way he really wanted to kiss you.

you liked parties, when they weren’t cut short. you grabbed a drink from the kitchen and made your way to the living room where everyone seemed to be. you pushed your way through the crowd until a man stopped you. he was roughly your age, maybe jack’s age.

he asked you to dance with him, which you did. you laughed as you two danced, not noticing the glare luke gave him from afar. the taller boy leaned against the wall with jack next to him. his hand tightened around the cup he held as his jaw clenched.

he shoved the cup in jack’s chest and moved towards you. he pushed through the crowd until he finally got over to you. “we have to go” he spoke, grabbing your arm lightly.

“what?” you asked. “yo— man we were havin’ fun here!” the man behind you said.

“yeah? well she needs to leave. lets go (nickname).” luke pulled you gently, making his way out of the house. as you both made your way out and neared the street, you removed yourself from his grip.

“what the fuck was that, luke? we’ve been here like an hour, there is no way we need to leave yet.” you scoff.

“we do— its getting late.” he replied, still walking.

you scoffed again. “seriously? jesus christ luke, i was having fun!” you told.

“having fun rubbing your ass against him?” luke turned, looking at you with anger.

“why does it matter if i was?” you yelled. “its my fucking body, im not even drunk either! i dont get why you are so upse—“ you were cut off.

luke shut you up by grabbing you by your hips and crashing his lips against yours. your eyes widened before closing slowly. your hands made their way to his face, holding both sides as he held you close.

he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. he brought a hand up and held one that rested on his cheek.

“you’re my best friend.” he spoke. “but i want more. im so in love with you its not even funny. thats why we left, i can’t stand seeing you with anyone else.” he told.

your eyes scanned his face, looking for any indication of a lie. there wasn’t one. you smiled and pulled him back into you, your lips meeting his again.

he was in love.

you are in love.

true love.

she shoots, she scores!!!

#jack hughes #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x y/n #nhl imagine #hockey #song #love #new jersey #new jersey devils #Spotify

[austinsastrology8991]

Saturn the father you always wanted and always have. Saturn in da houses, and why your life sucks. Im blunt here so don't complain don't read if you can't handle the reality of saturn. Saturn in the first house - okay you don't like to try when you present yourself, you think people should just instantly respect you because youve been through many trials in life... well people usually dont know how to talk to you because you have a stick up your ass. Saturn in the second house - everyones greedy, but when you are, its not cool. Well it isn't because when you are greedy you act like a goblin. be more mature its okay to be greedy but your acting like its a virtue stfu. Saturn in the third house - everyone thinks your dumb af, and you are only because you lack confidence to drive your points home. you just need to learn how to communicate better, your not dumb but you act like a dumbass. Saturn in the fourth house - sad boy/girl now everyone knows you had a rough childhood but would you grow up already, everyone else has but your still stuck being sad about how life has treated you (or your momma/dadda) grow up your not getting any younger you can't change the past stop wallowing. the past has taught you well, use it to your advantage or let it hold you back. Saturn in the fifth house - pretend players who get played everytime. Always gotta pretend like they are fun but whenever you do try to have fun with them they are annoying. yes you could be fun in the bedroom simply because everyone knows your too sensitive to break someones heart... because your heart is the most broken. Saturn in the sixth house - the real try hards always putting in 100%. suck ups to there boss or whoever is above them. but when there authority disrespects them they go rogue and try even harder just to spit in there boss's face. i respect it because i got cap here Saturn in the seventh house - if your a bad person good luck in this life, because your karma is received ten fold by your partners, they always like to complete your karmic cycle because thats just how it works idk. so better act right or your partner will ruin it before you ruin yourself.

Saturn in the eighth house - will do anything to get to the top. no pain is too painful. well it all is, but the ends justify the means. when they put there foot down the whole room shakes. so when your making a move make sure its the right one because your power plays are on display for everyone and itll make or break you more than the other placements. Saturn in the ninth house - lazy asses, always looking for an easy way out. they know what the right thing to do is, but the likelihood of them doing it is never. its because saturn restricts there luck/ mind and they just have woe is me energy and its annoying make better choices, and if you dont stop crying about it. but if they act right saturn blesses them the fuck up. Saturn in the tenth house - okay these people think they are better than everyone and deserve everything, but they never receive the applause they crave. its never enough even if the whole room is looking at them they suddenly don't want it anymore. there karma everyone can see, and if its too good it feels like a curse, and when its bad and reality comes crashing down they just want to hide but they cant. own your life or it will own you. Saturn in the eleventh - there community will give them there karma, always these people dont have a place where they feel safe. because they never make anyone feel safe around them, then cry when no-one gives them that favour. stfu and treat us better and maybe we will do you better. Saturn in the twelfth - okay apparently this is where saturn is in its joy, and i guess its because god/ spirits judge you. and i guess thats a good thing because if anyone should judge you its him. except the pain here is you have ultimate freedom, you rarely get signs on what to do. will you make the right choice or the wrong once? well they are lucky because they always get there karma quickly so they can always recover fast. but these people struggle to empathise because they don't feel the energy of the room. sooooo just grow up you got the best saturn, and your karma resides is in your empathy. disclaimer - saturn wants you to be the best. and no one is.... so i like to think if you want a sense of direction (where are you going wrong) look at the saturn house and if you are successful congrats your doing saturn right. but be careful he always thinks you can do better, and he loves to humble you. so be-careful out there.

#house placements #saturn aspects #astrology observations #astrology notes #astrology houses #astrology placements #astrology blog #astro community #astrology

[blasphamoustraitors]

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#august living #so hey um. if any of yall saw my last vent post #i had a seizure the next day #so. thats a new funky fresh worry that i have #its been a week and im still recovering like on all levels #i. bit my tongue so hard i might have nerve damage like its not bruised anymore but it still feels weird where it was #my chronic pain has a new like snappy feel to sudden jolts of pain #and well everything was super sore for a few days and im still trying to stretch back out #i dont know if it affected my speech worse than any other type of disturbance does but im not making sentances real good rn #obvs also it was physically harder to speak for a few days #but i get tongue tied so fucking easily all the time anyway so its not a unique symptom #god my back hurts in a vry unique way rn tho #lol tho since this was the first one ive had my brother called an ambulance for me and i spent like 6 hours in the er #i have a follow up neurologist appointment next month to go over the test results of the ekg and ct scan and whatever else they did i think #its literally a phone appointment so well see how useful it is #anyway if i have a seizure disorder now im going to be so mad #i cant drive rn and probably wont be allowed to at all if it turns into a recurrence #and just like. if it does turn into a thing that would be such a fucking all around problem #but if it was literally just a one off thing bc im that stressed abt losing my job i rlly gotta get a new one that doesnt stressmeoutasmuch #anyway its way too late i gotta sleeb

[seattlesellie]

Omg i just cant stop thinking about bbf!ellie who climbs out of the pool and sees reader sunbathing, lying on her belly with the cute bikini on and Ellie just can't help but lie on top of her and hug her as she's still wet from the pool

this is… this is… <3

you’re all relaxing with your little earphones on, listening to your summer playlist as she gawks at you from the pool, she was planning on swimming some laps— and now she can’t even concentrate because your ass is poking out of your bikini underwear and you look so cute and peaceful with your head laying to the side on your towel :( and she’s a goddamn menace, so she slowly gets out of the pool, all drenched with little droplets of water allll over her body, her swimming trunks hanging low on her waist and that fucking v line on full display, and she like slaps her hand on her thigh because she’s so (adorably) pissed off— why do you have to be so damn distracting???? its so fucking unfair to her, so she decides to hover over you while you’re completely unaware, and has to physically fight the urge to give your ass a little slap and watch it recoil :( so she lays her body on top of yours and you’re like— freaking out because she’s all wet and those damn swimming trunks are soaked so you’re like “ellieeeeuh what are you doing?” and she’s all huffing “wanna catch a tan too” while kissing your neck and your back all “driving me fucking crazy over here” n then she unties your bikini top and gets up like “sorry didn’t mean to do that…” and you glare at her n then she fully steals your top, peels it off of your body and throws it in the water so you have to get up and catch it with your hands covering your tits, and she’s just laughing at you being all pissed off and tries to get you to lift your hands up like “you have something on your chin— wipe it off” “no seriously you do, its fucking dripping you gotta wipe it i can’t do it for you my hands are busy” (her hands are busy because the bikini top is hanging off of them while you’re chasing her around the pool) akshdhajak

#ੈ♡˳ simpforellie #ellie williams x reader #bbf!ellie #summer with bbf ellie is a dream wanna cri

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

#bluh. its been a long week and its not over bc i have to get this fucking manuscript done like fucking this weekend #and Sunday i have to go do fieldwork and then its Monday hhhhh #my boss: the meme of the week is productive women get shit done #and im like being called a woman in stem kills me a little more every time i hear it bleh im just trying to live my life #and by live i mean drain away all my time in the lab. uuuuh i need to rewrite these fucking methods and dun wanna #also fucking the coordinator lady who bought my plane ticket to visit one of my potential schools made it so that im gonna have to drive to #the airport at like 4am and then ill get back to my apartment at after 12am on the return. like i said my time was flexible but wtf lady? #its prob bc they were expensive tickets bc the fucking military #ugh. and the other school is like select 3 profs to meet with. and im like wtf y do i have to? if its just screening stuff y dont u just #assign it? i dont understand hhhh i dont wanna talk to them. i fucking dunno. at least i made it to the interview stage i guess #also also i was running today and randomly remembered that over the break my old bat of a nana was being stingy abt #money bc she said she was gonna give out inherentence to her kids while still alive so they would still be young enough to enjoy it #and my dad and uncle could retire a lil early and still pay for insurance and now shes going back on that bc she doesnt want taxes to go to #the government and my papa is like 85 and hes gotta b nearing deaths door and he cant reel her in anymore #anyway. point is she was talking to my uncle abt her reasons for keeping the money and she was talking shit on my mom for like the way she #spends money. like my mom has cancer u old fucking bitch. shes trying to enjoy her life a little before shes like dead or bedridden #shes also made comments abt my moms weight and like wtf lady she has cancer. shes had multiple abdominal surgeries she had a hernia for #like a real long time sorry shes not spending all her time exercising and eating tasteless healthy food like u #anyway i just think my nana is a bad person. so is my other grandma tbh my sister gets so pissed at her for ordering my mom around #like she treats her dog better than she ever did her kids. lol my grandparents just suck on both sides #and like everytime my parents r like go do things for ur grandparents im like fucking y? they're bad ppl #i dont kno how my parents r so normal #anyway wtf was i doing... ah right procrastinating #unrelated #srry for lack of drawings. just zero time 🫠 #i lov my mum so much. she doesnt deserve any of this bullshit

[pure-oddity]

Simon x reader

Content warnings: MDNI, overstimulatuon, praise kink out the wazoo, PiV, female reader, it's just smut tbh.

"S-simon-"

"You're okay."

"Simon!"

"You're okay."

You whimper in disagreement, you pant and whine, shiver and shake in his arms.

He's got you in his lap, clothed bulge grinded up into your bare slit - fingers drawing devilish circles on your clit.

He's talking you through it as you lose your mind.

"Just wanna play with it a lil, tha's all. Shh, shh, you just cum love - just fuckin soak me."

The tail end of that sentence is accompanied by him sinking his hand lower between your cunt and his cock, playing with you and audibly smearing your slick around your puffy hole.

His fingers are quick to slip in and towards the spongy part of your cunts walls, rubbing war roughened digits against it.

The shout you let out might worry the neighbors, but you doubt even the police could stop a man like him when he's on a mission.

You've cum more than once already. He's thrown you past your personal limits and is eager to set a new record, ripping as many orgasams as he can from your weeping sex.

"Si - si I can't! I can't!"

"Yes you can sweet girl. You're already on the edge. Just need to tip you over an -there we go thereee it is. Good girl."

You sob and claw into the arm wrapped round your middle, as you cum again for the umpteenth time. You've lost count, but there's a stain on his sweatpants and everything down below feels slick.

He cups your pussy in a large hand and pets it. Stimulating enough for your stomach to clench but soothing enough for you to slump further in his hold. You're rewarded with a kiss to the temple.

"Ya know, you complain an awful lot for someone who asked for this. Could just use your word, let the poor girl rest." At 'poor girl' he gentles his hand against your pussy even further. You don't respond, too busy trying to remember how to breathe.

He chuckles at your stubborn silence.

"No didn't think so. Greedy pussy needs more an more, good thing I have so much to give huh?"

He shifts enough to slip his cock from his sweats and boxers, the leaky tip splatters on his stomach as it flops up. It's red and angry looking, there's a prominent vein that commands attention along the underside of the shaft. His balls look heavy and full and your cunt clenches on nothing.

He adjusts you now, depositing your upper half into the mass of pillows and blankets shoved up in your passion. Your lower half remains in his lap for a second while he admires you. Hand skimming across your ass, sinking lower to spread your lips and watch your hole twitch.

He takes his time rubbing his fat tip through your folds, using your slick to glide seamlessly against you. He slips in for a second and you try to arch back onto him in your impatience- he backs away.

"None of that, I'll give it to you when I decide you're good and ready. Need to stretch this pretty pussy nice and slow , so you'll have to wait."

He's slow, popping the head in and out fucking you with just the tip while you whimper for more. You're ignored as he watches mesmerized. He sinks ever so slightly deeper the next thrust and let's himself sit there with a groan, only to move back out again.

This back and forth of him slowly feeding you every inch of his cock drives you to a fresh wave of tears. You can't even beg properly, reduced to mindless babble. You aren't any more coherent when his hips settle against the plush of your ass.

He smoothes a hand up and down your lowerback, sliding around to your tummy - gently kneading over the spot he's sitting in. You buck up and away from the sensation, getting maybe an inch away before you're gently but firmly sat back on his cock.

"Nu uh. No running, being so good for me yea? Gotta keep being good. You take my cock, you were made for it. Now I'm gonna fuck this pretty cunt -"

"Yes! Y-es baby please!"

"And I'm gonna grab the wand again."

"No, no! Can't, I cant!"

" yes you can sweet girl, but you need convincing huh? I'll show you."

He's got you pinned with his weight against your back as he reaches for the wand. You wiggle against him regardless, all you end up doing is seating him snug against your cervix.

The vibrations hit you before you register the sound of it turning on.

"There we go. Fuck - there we go. F-feel that? Don't that feel fuckin - christ you're clenching like a bloody snare - feel nice? Fuck me I'm not gonna last."

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #odd blurbs #id bark for him if he asked :/

[kentosbabes]

DAD SUKUNA PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAASE😭😩😭😩😭😩

to be honest i feel he’s more of a hit and run person he wouldn’t be a very present father but maybe if you were his fave girl he might be a little more attentive. 🫡

Dad Sukuna who has no idea how anything works when you tell him you’re pregnant his first answer is ‘so? what that gotta do with me?.’ He definitely dips in and out of your life during the time in which you’re pregnant. But your his favorite girl so he struggles to stay away too long before you begin to work your way back into his mind.

Dad Sukuna who would spend a couple days with you not just to be present and help you with the pregnancy but so he can fuck you raw. Even when you’re pregnant you still suck him in and feel so warm and wet how is he supposed to stay away? plus you looks so cute waddling around with your plump belly filled his kid, drives him crazy.

Dad Sukuna who was most probably late to the birth if present at all. When he gets there he can hear you screaming from where he stands at reception fighting with a nurse about why he can’t go in. The sound of your cries hits a nerve and he’s sprinting to you. The sight itself makes him stop in his track. ‘i got your back, from right here yeah’ he’d say standing in the corner of the hospital room.

Dad Sukuna who although is the strongest curse is terrified of you when you’re ticked off. Especially now your hormones are fluctuating. Your son is the spitting image of him and shares the same cheeky evil nature. And Sukuna uses it to his advantage, getting his son in trouble by planning a prank on you and just sitting watching as you scold him.

Dad Sukuna who even when he’s away for long periods of time still sends you money every friday same time. On top of that he’s sending you a bouquet of flowers or chocolates once a week to remind you he thinks of you.

Dad Sukuna who will come running to you every-time you call him distressed. Whether it’s work or your son as soon as he heard you crying he’s there helping take care of the situation. Although he often feeds into your sons annoying side when you get annoyed to the point you have to call him, he understands it’s too far. He’d be telling your son off ‘i cant be here all the time kid you gotta be the man and look after your mama yeah?’

Dad Sukuna who hasn’t slept with anyone since you’ve given birth. Not only are you the best pussy he’s had, you seem to plague his mind constantly and no one he even looks at compares to you. You’re perfect in his eyes. you still let him hit, you cook him dinner, you have his son and you don’t beg him to propose. what else could he want?

Dad Sukuna who often thinks about what life could be like if things were different. During dinner times he finds himself enjoying the casual conversations and home cooked meals he can’t help but think about what a domestic life with you would look like.

Dad Sukuna who strides into the school after hearing your sons been in a fight. he completely ignores your screaming telling him to calm down and just walks into the principals office finding his son sitting his head hanging. ‘lift your head up boy. did you win’ and with a quick nod from your son Sukuna is smirking and for a second he feels proud.

Dad Sukuna who breaks into your house to ‘surprise you’. Often he finds you doing the washing or making dinner in which case he’s bending you over his hand flat on your back. ‘we can’t he’s in there’ you’d say talking about your son who’s watching tv in the room nextdoor. ‘so? I pay ur rent I fuck you when I want’ he’d say before ramming his cock into you.

Dad Sukuna who probably finds himself facing jail time due to beating up one of your sons bullies. But he doesn’t care, he’s proud of it and he would do anything to protect his family even if he pretends he doesn’t care.

Masterlist

#sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jjk headcanons #jjk smut #sukuna ryomen #jujustu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #kentosbabes

[justangelheree]

hands- chris sturniolo (18+)

masterlist

warnings: (MINORS DNI) handjob/blowjob, lots of pet names, choking, unprotected sex (plz wrap before u tap it), breeding i think, chris lowkey being a sub bc i was feeling silly, idk what else😭 also not proof read so don’t dox me pookies

summary: chris really likes readers nails.. like a little to much.

text message: orange is chris and blue is reader

i’ll be home in a little gonna go get my nails done real quick💋

okay baby see you soon i love you

i love you too chris

i was driving to the nail salon when all of the sudden i got a notification from my apple pay.

chris sturniolo sent you $100 get em orange for me mama🧡

i could’ve had a heart attack from how much he cares about me. i smiled as i parked at the nail salon.

i had just got done and i was feeling myself. i send a picture to chris of my nails in black and white so he couldn’t really see what they looked like.

thanks pretty boy you can see them when i get home i’m sure you’ll love them.

come on ma you know i hate the teasing

see you soon baby

i was on my way home and all i could think about was chris i cant believe how lucky i got with him. i turned the music up trying to drown out my thoughts. i arrive to the house i shut and locked my car an walked to the door. i opened the door to see chris on the couch he whipped his head back with a smirk as he got up and walked he’s way to me. i put my hands out for him to look and he almost moaned at the sight. “that’s not even the best part baby” i say turning my hands over so he could see the back of my nails. the back of one of my nails had a C and on the other hand one of them had the fresh love logo. “just for me ma” he questioned. “just for you chris” i replied.

he pulled me into a kiss as i smiled into it nails finding his hair tugging. he groaned out as i pulled away keeping my hands in is hair. “aren’t you needy today baby” i smiled at him. “just missed you a lot” he said putting his head in my neck as he starting leaving kisses. “that’s it?” i question as i scratch his head. “well maybe more but” before he could finish i cut him off “but.. you need my attention huh” i say lifting his head up as he nodded. “that’s all you gotta say chris” i grabbed his hand led him upstairs.

as soon as i shut the bedroom door his lips were on mine again. my hand found the end of shirt as i lifted it over his head. he looked down on me as i kissed down his shoulders to his torso. “sit” i say gently as i point to the bed, he obeys sitting down. i walk in between his legs wrapping my hand around his neck pulling him into a kiss as he moaned against my lips. i dragged my nails down his torso to his sweatpants lighty palming him. his head tilted back as i pulled away. i lowered down to my knees in front of him.

i slowly pulled off his pants and underwear. “this is what you wanted huh baby? you wanted me to get nails done so you could see them wrapped around your dick” i say taking him in my hand as i look up. “fuck.. yes that’s what i wanted ma” he struggled to get out. “such a slut for me baby” i speak as spit travels from my tongue to his dick.

“please.. i want your mouth” he said whimpering. i reply with taking him in my mouth while my nails dig into his thighs. he brings his hand to push my hair back looking down on me. my head goes down taking all of him swirling my tongue. “just like that.. fuck ma don’t stop” he gasped as i gagged on his dick. his dick twitched in my mouth as i drug my nails on his stomach. his breathe started to pick up as i bobbed my head. “shit! i’m bout to!” his own actions cutting him off this time as the liquid hit the back of my throat. he moaned as he came down from his high.

i pulled off his dick with a pop as i stood up looking at his fucked out expressing. i took off my clothes as i let him calm down. i kissed him than sat on his lap. “you gonna make me feel good baby?” i asked kiss his neck. he nodded lifting me up and bring me to the bed. i backed in to bed by the headboard as he followed me. i spread my legs for him revealing my glistening now wet pussy. he whined as he lined himself against me. “gonna make you feel so good ma.. worked so hard at work this is the least i can do” he said thrusting into me.

“fuck! chris go faster!” i almost yell out. he grips my hips pounding into me as i arch my back. i pull him down to kiss him moaning against his lips. he brings his hand up to my nipples rubbing them. i reach my hand around his neck again pulling away “gonna make me a mama for real huh? you gonna get me all round and pregnant” i speak clenching around his dick. he let out an almost pornographic moan as he spoke “fuck ma! gonna fill you with my cum you would love that being so full of me” i arched my back as i dragged my nails against his back almost breaking skin.

“shit chris! i can feel youre close too come on pretty boy come with me” i roll my eyes back as he pumping in and out of me. he’s now on top me groaning in my ear. “god i love being inside you” he whispered. that’s what got me as i came all over his dick while screaming out. he was right after me putting his whole load in me filling me up. we both came down from our highs chris starting pulling out and i whine from the lost of contact.

“i’ll be right back baby gonna clean you up than start a bath” he says out of breath. i sit there smiling processing what just happened. chris came back with a warm cloth as i could here the bath being on. he walking up to me and crawls infront of my pussy and takes his fingers shoving his come back into me. “wouldn’t want that going anywhere else” he stated as he wiped my legs down. he just had his hand for you to follow him to the bathroom “chris i cant walk come pick me up!” i said as he turned back around and picked me up.

he laid me down in the bath whilie getting in behind me. he started to wash my hair for me as i closer my eyes. “what would i do without you ma” he whispered. “chris i don’t know what i would without you baby you’re my everything” i said leaning my back against him. “can’t wait to your all big and round” he smiled as he rubbed the soap on my belly. i tit my head up and give him a kiss saying “can’t wait till i’m carrying your child”. i smiled as i looked down at my nails thanking my nail artist in my head.

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolos #sturniolo triplets smut #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #dont dox me

[garoujo]

CANT WAIT TILL WE GET HOME — TOKYO REVENGERS

feat : sano manjiro, ryuguji ken, hanma shuji, haitani rindou + (akashi) sanzu haruchiyo

ღ warnings — f. reader, reader wears a skirt / dress for easy access, exhibitionism / public sex, teasing, slight mirror sex in rindou’s, v slight pussy eating / fucking on his bike in mikeys, needy / impatient boys, alcohol mention in rindou’s, they call you ‘theirs’ a lot.

ღ note — jjk version. look exhibitonism is my favourite so i rly couldn’t help myself i am not sorry :,)

・✶ ｡ﾟ SANO MANJIRO / MIKEY

you went on late night drives a lot on his bike and maybe it was the way the city painted you a little golden that always had his cock twitching in his pants. but even when he’s parked up by his spot at the sea with you by his side, you’re still so quick to do what he says when he asks you to bend over his bike.

your knuckles are almost white with how tightly you’re gripping onto the handles of mikeys bike from where he’s got you bent over it, you’re panting and squirming and you feel your insides clench till you hiccup when mikey drags his tongue up from your clit to your fluttering hole, swallowing loudly before his tongue is swirling around your clit with strong purpose. “mikey, w-what if someone sees.” you whimper, almost vibrating beneath him as he continues to explore you with his tongue, slurping at your slick before he’s pulling away with a wet disconnect and a low hum, his thumb coming up to roll over your sensitive bud a few times while he pulls out his cock. “‘ts fine, this city is mine anyway.” mikey sighs, an almost content sound before his palm is resting against your ass, spreading you ever so slightly until his commanding aura is looming over you and you lift your hips, allowing him to sink into your sloppy cunt as he pushes you tighter against the cool metal pressed against your chest below you. “s-so tight.. relax, baby—fuck.” he drawls, blonde hair messy as it falls along his eyes and you try not to let your own roll back at the still blissful stretch, the city lighting behind you both from where you’re parked at the dock. his fingers grope almost a little too hard at your hips before he leans over you, pressing his chest against your back as he finally bottoms out with a hiss. “you’re mine, too.. right? i’ve got you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ RYUGUJI KEN / DRAKEN

you’d been so damn needy while he was trying to work at the shop, visiting him when he’d let you know he was working late but you came with that doe-eyed look and the little skirt you know he loves, making his jaw clench when you whine about him hurrying up so you both can go home—because you also know that he can never say no to you.

“k-kenny! ‘ts too much.” you mewl and draken bites back a low groan at the honeyed tone of your voice as he continues to thrust into your sloppy cunt, his thick hands almost curling into fists at the sides of your hips where he’s bunching up your skirt and keeping you pressed tight against the wooden bench underneath you. “you can take it princess, fuck—were so damn needy a minute ago.” there’s a few stray tools and papers splayed across the floor from where he swiped them aside with his forearm, his mind preoccupied with fucking you against the surface that you were just so prettily whining from as you sat and watched him work. your body feels like it’s crumbling with each crushing thrust, driven by the strength in draken’s huge body as his cock expertly glides along the spots that have pleasured tears gathering at the corners of your already hazy gaze. “you gonna fuckin’ behave after this, yeah? gotta let me work, baby—shit.” your fingernails scratch at the revealed skin of his chest where his overalls have haphazardly fallen off his shoulders, revealing the broad muscle underneath as he sinks into your plush cunt. the blunt head of his cock feels like it’s kissing every part of you and you feel him thicken, throb inside your spasming walls before one of his calloused hands are trailing between your bodies to messily rub his name into your clit with his thumb. “that’s it, s-so fuckin’ tight, holy shit—good girl.”

・✶ ｡ﾟHANMA SHUJI

you really should’ve expected this outcome when you decided to visit shuji at his office, looking so pretty as he grins wickedly at you—allowing his amber eyes to hungrily eye you immediately when you enter the room. shuji’s chin is propped against his hands while the city continues to live behind him through the wall length window, maybe it’s about time he really showed you the view.

your mouth is dropped open with heavy breaths as your chest heaves but your words feel clumsy when you choke on shuji’s name, his hips rolling into yours languidly from where he has you pressed against the window, facing the brightly lit city despite the darkness of night—your body twitching when he glides past your sweet spot and you feel him breath a chuckle along the sensitive dip of your shoulder when he leans in. “look at our city, baby. pretty, right? shit—doesn’t even come close to you.” shuji hums and you feel your toes curl and relax at how deep his cock reaches, feeling it twitch against the needy pull of your cunt before he’s bouncing his hips into yours. “holy shit.. gonna make sure every one of ‘em know you’re mine, baby.” he drawls, pulling you back tighter against his chest and you hear him grunt against your skin when you squeeze down around him at his words, following the low sound with a playful nibble against your neck. “fuckin’ hell, that’s what i’m talking about, gorgeous~” the room feels dizzy beneath your feet, your tits jiggling against the cold glass of the window everytime shuji’s hips slap against yours, and you’re sure your slick is dripping messily down your thighs with how loud the squelching sounds are echoing through the walls. you feel the man behind you curse roughly as his pace stutters, one of his tattooed hands tracing along your body until one of his slender fingers is tapping at your cheek for you to finally turn and meet his heavy, amber gaze. “i’m the only one that gets to see this pretty fuckin’ view though.”

・✶ ｡ﾟHAITANI RINDOU

the fact your boyfriend’s gang owned a club definitely had its perks. especially when it came to nights out when you were looking too fucking pretty and he looks too delicious in his suit, lavender hair complimenting the heaviness of his gaze as he drinks in the very sight of you, patting his lap as a silent command.

rindou is barely even discreet when he lets his head fall back against the cushioned booth behind his, his fingers tightening in the flesh of your ass where your dress is just barely covering up the fact that his cock is buried deep in your plush walls, as you both sit in the gang’s vip corner in the club. “holy shit, baby.” the blunt head slides along every one of your sweet spots perfectly when he discreetly rolls his hips up into yours, and you feel like he’s igniting every nerve ending in your body when his dark, violet gaze cuts up into you as he takes another long swig of the amber liquid in his tumbler. “r-rin, we’re gonna get caught—“ you whimper, mind cloudy with pleasure and you notice how handsome he looks in the club lighting, the different colours reflecting off the rings on his fingers while it also compliments his features, making your thighs shake as you pull another gruff exhale from your boyfriend as he grins at you. you feel rindou’s palm smooth over your burning skin before he pulls you closer, making your back arch to press your chest against his as he pushes his cock deeper—bliss surging through you as he uses the new position to begin a shallow pace, pushing against the sensitive spots inside of you as bliss surges through your veins. “yeah? but look how fuckin’ pretty you look, angel.” he grunts, ring adorned fingers tightening along your jaw until he’s tilting your gaze to the wall of mirrors to your side, allowing you to take in your already fucked out appearance before he follows it with a particularly sharp thrust that has your mouth dropping open to moan. “see, f-fuckin’ killin me.”

・✶ ｡ﾟSANZU HARUCHIYO

it was easy to wind sanzu up, waiting until he’s driving you both home to let your fingers trace up the inside of his thigh just so you can watch his pretty jaw clench, knuckles tightening around the steering wheel as he tries so hard to ignore the throbbing of his cock. but he never could, because he can’t resist you—so it’s only a few seconds before he’s pulling over and pulling his seat back to let you climb on.

“that’s it, angel. doing s—fuckkk—so fuckin’ well.” sanzu groans and you feel his warm palm smooth along the back of your neck to pull you deeper into the kiss as he greedily swallows your moans, his other hand tightening around your hips to pull you even closer against his chest as you bounce on his lap. “haru!” you gasp, whispery and choked when you feel his pretty cock glide against the spot that makes your whole body twitch above him, pulling a groan from the pink-haired second in command as he lifts his lashes to look at you. “so wet, pretty girl. t-that feel good? so s-spoiled.” sanzu hisses, the force of his hips making your body clap against his inside the suddenly stuffy car as the windows fog. “yes, haru—so good!” you slur and a vexatious smirk stretches his lips at the needy sounds falling from your ample lips, but your pussy feels like it’s trying to suck him in deeper, the muscles in his chest expanding with a shakey inhale as he tries to catch his breath. but his pace only grows faster, more eager and messy as he loses himself in the needy pull of your body and the sight of you so lost in pleasure—taking a slow, ragged breath as he sinks into your plush walls. you feel like you’re melting above him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and your walls clench tighter around him when you bounce your hips down to meet his thrusts, feeling sanzu curse roughly when his pace stutters before he’s smearing messy kisses along your skin, trailing them along your cheeks. “gonna m-make me fucking cum, princess.. you want that? gonna take it for me?”

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Daddy Morales pt 2. - Frankie Morales x f!reader

Daddy Morales pt 2

Rating: 18+

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader (in her mid 20's)

Tags: subby!Frankie, daddy kink, dirty talk, infidelity, phone sex but not, Frankie comes for you.

A/n: Happy Frankie Friday!

More Frankie x babysitter smut because I'm depraved and I had this dream and it had to be written out.

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Frankie is leaning back against your torso, his legs spread wide. His hard cock is slick and his hand strokes quickly up and down up along it as he moans.

"I gotta go soon," Frankie murmurs, hips jolting up as his wrists twists. "Carmen's gonna wonder what's taking me so long."

"I know, I know," you whisper against his neck, your words huffed over the sensitive skin there. "Just wanna watch you come one more time."

Fuck. Frankie's cock twitches violently when he feels your whispered breath huffing against his bare skin. It reminds him of when your head was in his lap last time.

The last time when he told himself it would never happen again.

"We gotta stop this," Frankie says even as his cock throbs in his grip. Even as he thumbs over the slit of his cock to spread his precome along the head. Even as he groans and continues fucking his hand just so you can watch him come undone.

"Why?" you say softly from behind him, voice vibrating against his back.

"I said I wouldn't touch you again."

"But you're not touching me," you insist. "I'm just watching."

This had been your idea. A last minute suggestion when Frankie drove you home tonight after babysitting. When he parked his truck and looked at you with sorrowful eyes apologizing over and over for last time. That he was disgusted with himself. That he was so sorry he put you in the position.

"I'll be put in any position you want, Mister Morales," you told him with sincerity. "If your wife won't fuck you, I will."

Frankie had been blown away by that. Never expecting it from you. But then again after last time maybe he should have expected it. You'd smiled when you saw his cock start to bulge in his jeans.

"I'm married," Frankie managed to choke out when you reached out to touch him. "I can't touch you."

You'd looked contemplative, eyes scanning the horizon before you smiled and told him you had an idea.

Now an hour later you're seated on your bed fully clothed. Frankie sits between your parted thighs, but he's completely naked. Only his hat remains at your instance.

His body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat and his own previous releases. It glistens there in the low lamplight of the evening, enticing you as you watch his broad hand moving languidly up his shaft.

He's come twice already and you want one more before he goes. You need to see it again.

"Faster," you whine, nipples tight under your shirt. "Faster please."

"Wish this was your mouth," Frankie says between gritted teeth. "Sucked me so fucking good last time."

You groan behind him, feeling your cunt tightening at his words.

"I'll do it again," you murmur, hands sliding around his middle, fingers slowly dragging along his bare inner thighs. "You just have to ask."

"I-i cant," Frankie huffs exasperatedly, dropping his cock. It's so hard it throbs, but he can't get focused enough to enjoy it.

"You can," you insist, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder. He smells good, like body spray and motor oil. A scent that drives you crazy.

"Even if I wanted to, I just know Carmen is gonna call asking where I am and- "

"Call her," you suggest, fingers tugging at the curls peeking out from under his cap. "Tell her you stopped by your friend's place for a drink and that you'll be home in a bit. Then we can relax and you can keep going for me."

In Frankie's lust-clouded vision this

Plan seems feasible. He grabs his cell from beside him on the bed and calls, his body still tilted comfortably against you.

Carmen picks up immediately, already short tempered. "Frankie where are you?"

"I'm sorry carino I got distracted," Frankie soothes, closing his eyes as he blocks out the sight of his naked cock erect before him. It blocks out your bedroom. It blocks out your bare feet with their scarlet polish atop your floral duvet.

"You're always getting distracted, Frankie," Carmen hisses. "When are you going to grow up?"

Frankie feels his neck pinking in humiliation at being talked to like this. Knowing you can hear every word. His cock softens as Carmen yells down the phone at him.

"What is it this time, huh? Pool? Darts?"

"Just drinks at Will's -" Frankie mumbles.

"Of course," Carmen snaps humorlessly. "Must be so nice to go have drinks with your friends during the week. If I had a dime for every time..."

Frankie is about to interrupt her tirade when he feels your hand snake around his middle, gently smoothing along his inner thigh, tracing small circles there. He watches this, tensing.

"Relax," you coo ever so gently in his ear.

Carmen is still screaming at him over the phone but all he can concentrate on is the way your soft palm is sliding from his thigh to cup his balls, hefting them. As you do this his limp cock begins to swell.

Frankie feels his breathing begin to accelerate as your hand slides up and over his growing length before starting to stroke.

He tries to listen to Carmen, tries to will his cock to obey for once. But then your lips brush his ear, low and seductive. It's so quiet only he can hear it.

"Need to watch you come, Daddy."

Frankie feels those words trickle through his entire body, holding in a groan as your tongue comes to trail lazily along his earlobe.

His cock, already stiffening jerks to attention almost painfully. He cranes his neck to look at you, to catch your eyes. He holds in a lusty groan when he sees they're nearly black with desire.

It makes his hand reach around to swallow yours. You give a little huff of delight as Frankie starts jerking himself off with your soft palm, showing you what he likes. Squeezing the head, sliding tight down to the base. His eyelids flutter at how sinfully good it is.

"Is this okay?"

"Frankie are you even listening to me?"

"Yes," Frankie replies, an answer to you both as he thrusts himself into your dual grips. He swallows a moan at the feeling of your hand, so pliable around him. So wrong. So good. He slowly releases you, trusting you to continue the pace he has set.

"I want you home now."

"O-"

"Nuh uh," you whisper against his ear, voice husky as you tug his cock with one hand, your other going to tease his sack. "Tell her it'll be at least another hour."

You can feel his hesitation, the way he bobs his neck as he swallows. He's trying not to pant into the phone. He presses the mute button, buying time.

"Frankie?"

"We said no touching babygirl," Frankie whimpers, eyelids heavy as he cranes his neck to look at you.

"I'm sorry," you say in a voice that tells him you're anything but. "But doesn't it feel good?"

"Of course it does," Frankie groans, his hand flying to your ankle and squeezing. "But we shouldn't ... I shouldn't- fuck fuck."

Frankie grunts, his hips thrusting off the bed as you circle the head of his glossy cock.

He feels helpless to stop. Knows it's wrong and that fucking up into the hand of his babysitter with his mouth hanging open with inhuman noises escaping him is sick. But he can't fucking help himself. His head tilts back on your shoulder.

"Fuck that feels so good," he whines softly as he squirms into your palm. 'You're making Daddy feel so good, babygirl."

You smile proudly against his temple. You like turning Frankie into a drooling mess like this. All whiny and desperate to come for you. You could watch this all night.

"Frankie? You there?"

"Just stay," you whisper sweetly, your fist moving over the head of his swollen cock lazily. "Wanna make you feel good all night."

"My wife-"

"Doesn't make you feel good like I do. Otherwise you wouldn't be here."

He tries to think clearly, tries to fight the urge to just spin around and fuck you there into the mattress. Instead he grips both of your calves for purchase, fucking up into your grip.

"I should go home," Frankie moans, rutting helplessly into your hand. "I gotta go."

"No you don't," you urge. "Just stay here with me and I'll make you come over and over."

You sound so in control even when you're begging him like this. Trying to seduce him into staying just like this so you can spend hours playing with his cock. Frankie feels goosebumps break out all over his skin at the thought of being used by you for hours.

"Yeah?" Frankie's eyes are swiveling over his shoulder to meet yours as he grunts. "You gonna make Daddy come for you?"

"Frankie!"

Carmen's voice snaps him back to reality. He presses the unmute button on his phone.

"Sorry querida. Dropped the phone. I've had a few to drink so I -I- I don't think I should drive for a bit."

He stumbles over that last bit as your strokes start to become more rapid. He can only watch helplessly as his cock twitches in your grip, his wife's voice in his ear.

"Jesus Christ Frankie," Carmen snaps disgustedly. He knows she's at home right now rolling her eyes, hand on her hip. "Are you fucking serious?"

Frankie feels his eyes rolling back, your hand so fucking tight and slick around his cock.

"Getting close?"

"Yeah baby," Frankie whimpers before he can stop himself.

"Don't yeah baby me," Carmen snipes. "As far as I'm concerned you can stay at Will's all night."

Frankie feels his balls tighten when you're hand flies over the head again and he quickly puts the phone back to mute his end.

"All night?" You purr in his ear. "We could do this all night, Daddy."

Frankie is panting now, watching as your hand is almost a blur as you jerk him off. He spreads his thighs wide so you can see how rigid his cock is. How it's so strained it's almost purple at the tip.

"Such a pretty cock," you murmur as he fucks into your hand. His biceps are around your legs for purchase as he cants his hips forward.

"You like it?" Frankie moans as he thrusts. "You like how hard Daddy is for you? You like how big and thick his cock is?"

"Yes Daddy," you breathe in his ear, impossibly turned on. When Frankie starts babbling you can't help but get turned on yourself.

"Tell me how much you like it," Frankie begs. "I need to hear it, babygirl."

"I want it in my mouth again, Daddy. Wanna suck it like last time. Felt so good on my tongue."

Frankie whimpers, his eyes transfixed on his cock and the way your hand looks stroking it.

"Want you to come down my throat" you groan, hands shaking as you keep moving it along his length. "Wanna taste you again, Daddy."

Frankie's head pitches forward as his belly tightens. He's so fucking close.

"You liked fucking my mouth," you whisper. "You like coming for me Daddy, so do it."

"I will baby. I will."

"Frankie? Are you still there?"

Frankie is making sharp whines now, his cock throbbing in your hand.

"Come for me now, Daddy," you groan lewdly against his ear. "Your babygirl needs your come."

Frankie ends the call just as he lets out a ragged moan and his cock begins to pulse in your hand. Creamy spend erupts over your knuckles, his orgasm squeezed from him as you sigh contentedly while Frankie bucks and grips tightly to your legs.

"Fuck-"

"So pretty," you whimper before pressing a kiss to his temple. "You did so good, Daddy. And it sounds like we have all night so let's see how many more you can give me."

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